Many years ago, a good friend and I dabbled in the murky world of the music business. Every Saturday we’d meet up in our local pub, sit in our usual spot, have a few beers and rip the pish oot of the DJ and whatever music he was playing.

We asked the DJ for bands we wanted to hear – The Smiths, Teenage Fanclub, Spearmint, Beatles, Dylan, Stones and many many more. He never had anything we asked for.

So we asked Big Wullie the Manager if we could get a wee slot before the ‘main act’ came on. Surprisingly he agreed, so off we went. Never got paid. Never had a sign – just played whatever we and like-minded souls wanted to hear.

Anyhow, here’s the promo CD of ‘All Night’, a disco dance floor stomper of a tune – featuring the brass of Herb Alpert’s ‘The Lonely Bull’ – that implores the DJ to ‘do his job’.